The next morning, Chad and I woke up to the sound of gasping and groaning in the next room. Apparently Amy and Dylan were fucking. I was a little grossed out at first, because after all, Amy was my damn sister. Then again, it didn't seem worse than she'd walked in on me and Chad. I knew she had needs, the same way I did. So if she was getting good dick, I fi...
Ch. 6 Demon Staring at his reflection in the mirror, Vincent shook his head. There was no demon in the room, no demon in the apartment. Whatever he had thought he had seen did not exist, could not exist. He ran his hand tiredly through his blond hair. Clearly the strain he had been under was reaching its limit. He sighed softly. He needed to unburden his...
I started to panic realizing that I needed to get this cum off me and out of my outfit before my roommate came back from band practice. I crawl on my back to the side of the bed that was closest to my chest drawers. I open up the bottom drawer and got out an old t-shirt and started wiping the cum off my body and clothes. After a couple minutes I had most of...
Jack Barker watched his girlfriend's son go into the garage, and after making sure that his soon-to-be wife was in the bathroom, went out the back door and toward the garage. Jack had just moved into the modest old farmhouse a couple of days ago, although he had spent a lot of time there in the year he had been courting Alice Randolph. Jack liked Alice Rand...
My brother, Dean, and I always spent as much time together as we could during the summer. We were good friends and my big brother and I hung out together more than we did with our friends. I should actually say older brother. At six feet one inch tall I was actually three inches taller than he was and hovering around 230 pounds, I outweighed him by about fif...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Early the next morning I was standing staring at myself in the bathroom mirror wearing only my pyjama bottoms. I looked like shit. I'd hardly slept all night, my fitful dreams being such a surreal tangle of male imagery that I kept waking, wondering what the hell was happening to me. In spi...
Usual disclaimers: Our main characters are consenting male adults who do not resemble to my knowledge any persons living or deceased. Sorry this chapter took a little longer... I've been sick with pneumonia. Don't worry, this is not the final chapter. Do read the previous chapters before or you'll be mighty confused. Thank you for all your kind words, Artie....
Gale poured herself another cup of coffee and sat down at the table across from Brandon. “How long has he been like that?” “Since the funeral.” “He’s been in that room by himself for three weeks?” Gale sounded as outraged as Brandon felt, outraged because Bran knew there wasn’t a damn thing he could do for Nate. He understood grief. Hell, he’d stood over t...
So while we were fishing Jim and I puzzled over what and how we would tell our wives about our totally unexpected, uh...adventure. We also slowly came to the conclusion that while we definitely were not interested in chasing men, we also definitely were up for a rematch and whatever label that put on us was OK. By the end of the day I also told Jim that I...
Pelaam© June 2008. Ch 08: Nemesis The luxury car was opened by an immaculately uniformed doorman for the smartly dressed executive. He slid comfortably inside, his emerald-green eyes running appreciatively over the car's interior. The seats were leather and roomy and, if needed, could be slipped into a fully reclined position. There was a laptop computer f...